Marsh || Steel Inquisitor (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
myironeyes) wrote2014-02-21 07:57 pm
myironeyes) wrote2014-02-21 07:57 pm
DID YOU KNOW THAT: baby hedgehogs are called hoglets? WELL NOW YOU KNOW
[Spam, all public areas, including some warden-only areas. He is particularly meticulous in searching the greenhouse and the dining hall. He also checks zero.]
[Once again, Marsh has been turned into a tiny, scowly, ragged child with the visible skeletal geometry of someone not too far away from starvation and ashes in his hair, although his face is mostly clean. He keeps moving, keeps his head down, keeps his hands in his pockets. He attempts not to draw attention, and if he weren't so utterly out of place, he'd be fairly good at it. And he is searching for something - someone - very, very determinedly. He is so suspicious of all of you.]
[Public, video]
Where is my brother.
[Marsh has shadows under his eyes and he looks like a good wind might push him over.]
He's grown up now for no reason but he probably doesn't act like it and he has stupid yellow hair and he smiles too much and I can't find him anywhere. He was here.
[Aster flutters onto his shoulder and croons softly. Marsh makes a gurgled noise of despairing frustration in his throat and flaps his hands with her until she flies a little ways off.]
And this bird won't leave me alone!
[Spam for Steph (and possibly Esther?) in the Kitchen for dinner shift]
[At some point, Nathan let slip that Marsh not only had a key to the kitchens, but was in fact in charge of feeding the entire ship dinner. After a very small, totally manageable, super mature freakout under Nathan's desk, he has decided that this is going to be amazing and he is absolutely going to take care of everyone. He has dragged a chair into the kitchen and is crawling on the counters to reach flour, slicing vegetables with a dubious little off-white shank that looks like it might be made of bone, and humming softly to himself with a little smile.]
[Private to everyone on the kitchen staff, including on-call people, on the second day.]
Do you know how to make little cakes?
[Open spam, later]
[Marsh has, maybe, possibly, totally for a good cause, stolen some honey from the bees in the greenhouse. He may have several stings on his hands and face and a large, sticky section of honeycomb to show for this adventure.]
[OOC: replies will come fromwhippersnapped.]
[Once again, Marsh has been turned into a tiny, scowly, ragged child with the visible skeletal geometry of someone not too far away from starvation and ashes in his hair, although his face is mostly clean. He keeps moving, keeps his head down, keeps his hands in his pockets. He attempts not to draw attention, and if he weren't so utterly out of place, he'd be fairly good at it. And he is searching for something - someone - very, very determinedly. He is so suspicious of all of you.]
[Public, video]
Where is my brother.
[Marsh has shadows under his eyes and he looks like a good wind might push him over.]
He's grown up now for no reason but he probably doesn't act like it and he has stupid yellow hair and he smiles too much and I can't find him anywhere. He was here.
[Aster flutters onto his shoulder and croons softly. Marsh makes a gurgled noise of despairing frustration in his throat and flaps his hands with her until she flies a little ways off.]
And this bird won't leave me alone!
[Spam for Steph (and possibly Esther?) in the Kitchen for dinner shift]
[At some point, Nathan let slip that Marsh not only had a key to the kitchens, but was in fact in charge of feeding the entire ship dinner. After a very small, totally manageable, super mature freakout under Nathan's desk, he has decided that this is going to be amazing and he is absolutely going to take care of everyone. He has dragged a chair into the kitchen and is crawling on the counters to reach flour, slicing vegetables with a dubious little off-white shank that looks like it might be made of bone, and humming softly to himself with a little smile.]
[Private to everyone on the kitchen staff, including on-call people, on the second day.]
Do you know how to make little cakes?
[Open spam, later]
[Marsh has, maybe, possibly, totally for a good cause, stolen some honey from the bees in the greenhouse. He may have several stings on his hands and face and a large, sticky section of honeycomb to show for this adventure.]
[OOC: replies will come from
whippersnapped.]
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Stay where you are, sweetheart; I'll come stand around with you, shall I?
[She'll bring chocolate.]
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[Such liar, very fake. You can tell because he smiles. As soon as he turns his comm off he hurries to get somewhere else. Nice adults are not to be trusted.]
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She could have brought her dogs, but she's known Marsh a long time now, and tracking him with dogs, however well intentioned, isn't ever going to be a thing. Instead she runs a DNA trace from her sonic corkscrew and, when she has him located, goes and parks herself within sight and earshot, not looking in his direction.]
Oh bugger, 'e wandered off after all. I'll never get through all this chocolate on me own.
[She has a box of Maltesers, several bags of assorted funsize candy bars and one of chocolate-covered marshmallows. She's just going to sit here and nibble Maltesers with every appearance of intense, unfeigned pleasure.]
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He's not entirely sure what chocolate is, and Kelsier fed him enough yesterday that he's still pretty full. He's not impulsive, like Kel. He watches and waits, wonders why she wanted to help anyway. He tries to focus on that and not think about Kel being gone home because if he does he'll start crying, and he's too old for that, and he has to figure out how to get him back somehow, and how will he ever - oh hell.]